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2 Long as our fiery trials last,
Long as the cross we bear, O let our souls on thee be cast
In never-ceasing prayer. 3 Till thou thy perfect love impart,
Till thou thyself bestow, Be this the cry of every heart, "I will not let thee go.'
333. C. M. Wesley's Coll. Prayer for Tenderness, and Watchfulness.
O God, my conscience make; Awake my soul when sin is nigh,
And keep it still awake. 2 If to the right or left I stray,
That moment, Lord, reprove, And let me weep from day to day,
For having griev'd thy love. 30 may the least omission pain
My well-instructed soul,
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Prayer for wants to be relieved.
And know thou hearest prayer. 2 Give me a sober mind,
A self-renouncing will,
The baits of pleasing ill :3 A soul inured to pain,
To hardship, grief, and loss; Bold to take up firm to sustain
The consecrated cross.
4 Give me a godly fear,
A quick discerning eye,
And sees the tempter fly :5 A spirit still prepard,
And arm'd with jealous care,
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To pray and never cease,
Nor wish my sufferings less :2 A jealous, just concern
For thy immortal praise ;
pure desire that all may learn,
336. L. M. Wesley's Coll. Seeking Blessings from Jesus.
, From nature's every path retreat; Thou art my way, my leader be,
And set upon the rock my feet. 2 Uphold me, Saviour, or I fall,
O reach me out thy gracious hand!
Alone by faith in thee I stand.
On whom I cast my every care;
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For thou canst all my wants discern,
And grant me rich supplies. 2 O let thy fear within me dwell,
Thy love my footsteps guide;
That fear, all fears beside.
My blind, my stubborn will,
And grasps the ten pting ill ;4 Not to my wish, but to my wants,
Do thou thy gifts apply -
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Thy sovereign will denies,
Let this petition rise :-
*From every murmur free;
• And make me live to thee: 3 • Let the sweet hope that thou art mine,
• My life and death attend; • Thy presence through my journey shine, And crown my journey's end.'
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Whose eyelids never sleep.
2. To thee, Almighty God,
My soul I dare commend ;
He loves them to the end.
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A Prayer for Purity of Heart. JESUS, thy all-victorious love Then shall my feet no longer rove,
Rooted and fixt in God. 2 0 that it now from heaven may fall,
And all my sins consume! Come, Holy Ghost, for thee I call,
Spirit of burning, come!
Illuminate my soul,
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The Image of Christ desired. O
FOR a heart to praise my God,
A heart from sin set free;
So freely spilt for me!
My great Redeemer's throne; Where only Christ is heard to speak,
Where Jesus reigns alone :3 An humble, lowly, contrite heart,
Believing, true, and clean; Which neither life nor death can part
From him that dwells within :4 A heart in every thought renew'd,
And full of love divine; Perfect, and right, and pure,
A copy, Lord, of thine
5 Thy tender heart is still the same,
And melts at human woe;
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. , Though all my wants to thee are known,
I love to lisp them there.
To thy commands inclin'd;
To all thy will resign'd. 3 Kindly removed from wealth and want,
My simple need supplied :-
343. S. M. Newton. Jesus on the Throne of Grace.
et ! The promise calls me near; There Jesus shows a smiling face,
And waits to answer prayer. 2 That rich atoning blood,
Which sprinkled round I see,
An all-prevailing plea.
Thou canst not be too bold;
What else can he withhold ? 4 Beyond thy utmost wants,
His love and power can bless; To praying souls he always grants More than they can express.